So, I forgot to go food shopping yesterday. Well, I kind of forgot, and kind of didn't want to and kind of found anything else to do.
In the UK this wouldn't be a problem. In France it's a near disaster. With all of the supermarkets closed (along with all of the other shops), and an empty fridge, I ventured out to see if I could find a corner shop that had a meal lurking within its shelves.
I found one open in the old town and I managed to find some mushrooms (that had seen better days), some onions that were about to take root, creme fraiche that was speeding past the sell by date at an alarming rate and some pasta from the 1980's. You get the picture.
Whilst paying, a guy comes in and goes straight to the head of the queue, effectively pushing in. This being France, no-one cares about this lack of politesse.
Anyway, he goes unnoticed until he starts shouting 'don't come into the shop sweetheart' and 'stay where you are, I won't be a moment'.
He's talking to a little girl (I mean little, no more than four years old) who is stood outside the shop door.
'Your daughter can come in' says the shop assistant, helpfully.
'No, no, no - she's fine outside' says the father.
'There's no need for her to wait outside'
'There is' he said 'she's holding my cigarette'
On closer inspection the little girl is indeed stood there with an inch of lit cigarette in her hand, looking at it bemusedly.
'Don't smoke it, sweetheart', said the loving father, 'remember what happened last time...'